Untitled 122 (Tea Time: Roots and Dreams)

This work stages the body as a living ecosystem, where the branching, ink-dark trachea reads like a tree trunk feeding an incandescent lung—an orchard of cells pulsing in reds, oranges, and anxious pinks. The playful animal silhouettes drift like instinctual guardians or intruders, suggesting how breath is never purely physiological but entangled with appetite, fear, and the wild persistence of life. Against a largely unclaimed ground, the composition heightens vulnerability: delicate stippling and porous washes make the interior feel exposed, while the dense network of lines insists on resilience, as if respiration itself were an act of survival and imagination.